Gaze and you will become stronger: starting from Doupo

Gradually, the breath of the two became as weak as a gossamer, and the fluctuations of divine power became chaotic. The black mist of the Yin Envoy became thinner, and the ghost face gradually dissipated; the light dragon of the Yang Envoy lost its luster and slowly dimmed. In their eyes, fear was gradually replaced by despair.

"I want to leave, but you insist on stopping me. Why?" Jiang Han's voice was as calm as if he was talking about a trivial matter, without any emotional ups and downs. His eyes swept across the Yin and Yang envoys indifferently, as if he was looking at two insects that were about to die.

"You come from the upper realm, so it's impossible that you haven't heard of the Immortal Mountain's Taoism! What you are doing now, Immortal Mountain will not let you go! Even if you hide in the lower realm, you will be hunted down by Immortal Mountain forever!" The Yin and Yang Envoys widened their eyes, flashing with resentment, and threatened with their last bit of strength. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths, but their words were still full of arrogance.

"You really don't have any awareness at all." Jiang Han shook his head gently. As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang" and the Yin and Yang Envoys exploded in the giant palm of Lianyi. A powerful air wave swept around, raising a flurry of flying sand and rocks, and the light was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes. When the light dissipated, only sporadic blood rain and broken pieces of clothing were left in the air, slowly falling.

A low roar echoed in the sky above the Bulao Mountain, and everyone stood there in a daze, as if their souls had been sucked out. Qin Fa's lips trembled slightly, and his face lost all color; the five young men and women from the upper world turned pale, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and the words they wanted to threaten were already swallowed back in fear. They could not believe it no matter what, the Yin and Yang Envoys who represented the Bulao Mountain Taoist tradition in the upper world were killed so easily.

"Now that the two Yin and Yang messengers are dead, how can we go to the upper realm!" A venerable suddenly shouted hysterically, his voice full of despair.

"Are we also going to die in the catastrophe?" Another voice was crying and full of fear.

"No, quickly contact the Upper Realm of Bulao Mountain!" Qin Fa suddenly came back to his senses, with a flash of panic in his eyes. He quickly formed seals with both hands, and obscure runes flew out from his fingertips, interweaving into a decree in the air, and then fiercely hit the circular gap in the distant sky. The moment the decree disappeared, ripples appeared in the gap, like a door to an unknown world, which opened briefly and then quickly closed.

Jiang Han ignored the panic and fear of the crowd. He just glanced at Qin Fa with disdain in his eyes. Then, he took Shi Zhongtian and Xiaobudian and flew towards a valley. The figures of the three gradually disappeared, leaving only a group of frightened monks standing there.

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Jiang Han and his companions came to the top of a valley. In the valley, the mist was rising, like a fairyland. Nine-colored deer were running happily on the grass, and five-colored peacocks spread their gorgeous tail feathers and danced in the air. On the mountain peak, silver waterfalls were pouring down from a high place, shining with colorful light under the sunlight. The sacred breath filled the air, making people feel as if they were in the realm of gods.

Looking from top to bottom, the valley is divided into six major areas, each with its own unique scenery, some are flower-filled gardens, some are misty bamboo forests, and some are sparkling lakes.

"This... this..." Shi Zhongtian's voice suddenly trembled, his eyes fixed on one area, his body shaking violently. The scenery there was almost exactly the same as a courtyard he was familiar with in the Wuwang Mansion: the familiar green tiles and white walls, the winding corridors, and the old locust tree he planted himself.

He looked intently and soon saw a pair of familiar figures. The man was sitting cross-legged in the bamboo forest with an upright posture, and the aura of Taoism flowed through him; the woman was sitting opposite the man in a white dress as white as snow, and her eyebrows were full of tenderness. Shi Zhongtian's eyes turned red in an instant, and tears burst out uncontrollably: "Zi Ling... my son." His voice was full of longing and excitement, as if the emotions accumulated for many years burst out at this moment.

"Are these my father and mother?" The little boy stared blankly at the pair of figures in the valley, a warm feeling welling up in his heart and his eyes instantly moistened. His voice was cautious and full of anticipation. For others, the company of their parents was a common thing, but for him, it was an unattainable luxury. Now, they were so close, he was both excited and nervous.

"Hao'er, they must miss you very much." Shi Zhongtian held the little one in his arms, his voice choked with sobs. He rushed to the area where Shi Ziling and his wife were, eager to reunite with his family.

However, just as Shi Zhongtian was about to fall into that area, all kinds of light suddenly rose above the area, and runes shone, forming a powerful barrier. A surge of power rushed over, directly knocking Shi Zhongtian back. Shi Zhongtian somersaulted several times in the air before he could barely stabilize his body, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Daddy!"

"Mother!"

Little Bit anxiously shouted down, his voice filled with tears. His shouts echoed in the valley like thunder, but he never got any response. Shi Ziling and his wife below were still sitting quietly, as if they didn't hear anything.

"There is a supreme formation blocking this valley! The power of the formation is isolated. We can see in, but they can't see through." Shi Zhongtian frowned, his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness. He clenched his fists, and the divine power in his body surged wildly. After the power was accumulated, he punched hard towards the bottom.

Suddenly, a powerful and ferocious True Hound appeared, howling towards the sky, the sound shaking the void. The True Hound opened its bloody mouth and pounced towards the formation below. Wherever it passed, ripples appeared in the space.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the True Hound slammed into the magic circle, making a thunderous noise. The powerful impact brought about a strong wave of air, but the magic circle only caused a ripple, which completely neutralized the True Hound's attack without causing any substantial damage.

At the same time, in the valley below, in an area that looked like a corner of the Wuwang Palace, Shi Ziling sat cross-legged in the bamboo forest, with the aura of Tao flowing through his body. He closed his eyes, immersed in cultivation, as if he was detached from the world. Suddenly, he opened his eyes abruptly, with a strange light flashing in his eyes, and stood up suddenly, with a trembling voice: "Hao'er, what's wrong with me? Why do I feel like he's coming!"

The woman in white opposite him looked up, her eyes full of confusion: "Hao'er is often brought in by Qin Fa. Isn't it normal for him to come?" "No, I mean Hao'er from Shi Village! He is here, and he is very close to us. This feeling cannot be wrong!" Shi Ziling's eyes shot out two rays of lightning, his body trembled slightly, and his inner excitement could not be suppressed.

"Could it be Hao'er? We haven't been able to leave here to find him yet, but he has come to find us first..." The white-clothed woman's voice trembled, her beautiful eyes opened wide, and her graceful body was trembling slightly. There was both expectation and a hint of uneasiness in her eyes.

scoff!

Just as the couple was in a trance, there was a crisp cracking sound above their heads, and they could faintly feel a terrifying spatial force that disappeared in an instant. Then, the view became wider, and the long-lost mountains and sky came into view.

"Zi Ling, that... that is..." The white-clothed woman trembled at the corners of her lips, and her eyes turned red unconsciously. She stared at the figure slowly descending from above, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Dad!" Shi Ziling's voice was like thunder. The Daoist aura surged all over his body, and the bluestone slabs under his feet cracked inch by inch under the majestic momentum. The long-awaited figure finally appeared before his eyes, making this man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life shed tears in his eyes. All his thoughts and grievances turned into this affectionate call at this moment.

Shi Zhongtian stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch his son but afraid that it was all an illusion and a dream. Tears streamed down his face and his voice choked: "Zi Ling, have you been okay these years?" His eyes wandered over Shi Ziling and his wife, trying to piece together the hardships they had gone through over the years from their expressions.

"He's just imprisoned." Shi Ziling hugged his father tightly, as if he wanted to melt all the loneliness and helplessness of the past years into this hug. He pointed at the little guy with a trembling finger, his eyes flashing with disbelief: "Dad, he... he is..."

"Hao'er, your Hao'er, he has grown up, and the Supreme Bone has been taken back." Shi Zhongtian burst into tears, and his tears wet the little boy's clothes. Over the years, he had seen his grandson return in his dreams countless times. Now that his dream has come true, his excitement is like a flood that can't be contained.

"Hao'er, are you really my Hao'er?" Qin Yining, a woman in white, carefully held the little one in her arms, and gently stroked the child's tender face with her fingertips, as if touching a fragile treasure. Although she already had the answer in her heart, she still couldn't help asking in a trembling voice, her voice full of expectation and uneasiness.

Qin Yining stroked the little one's face, tears rolling down like pearls from a broken string. She looked at the child infatuatedly, sometimes bursting into laughter, sometimes full of apology. She felt guilty for missing the company of the child over the years. Shi Ziling's eyes were filled with tears, his breathing was rapid, he tightly grasped the little one's shoulders, his mouth was raised but tears were streaming down his face, joy and sadness intertwined, making his emotions like surging waves and difficult to calm down.

"Daddy, Mommy, I'm Hao'er, I'm here to look for you." The little guy shouted loudly, letting his tears flow freely. Although his memory of his parents was vague, he knew that the couple in front of him would go against the whole world for him, and this deep love had already been engraved in his soul.

"Hao'er, don't blame mother and father. It's not that we don't want to find you, but we are imprisoned here by the Bulao Mountain." Qin Yining hugged the little one tightly, unable to control her longing for him for more than three years, and burst into tears. Many nights, she woke up from her dreams with tears on her pillow. Now that she can finally hold the child in her arms, all the grievances and longings are released at this moment.

Shi Ziling's eyes were red, and he tried hard to suppress his excitement. He stretched out his big hands and hugged Qin Yining and Xiaobudian together. The three of them hugged each other tightly, unwilling to separate for a long time. At this moment, time seemed to stand still, and only the strong family affection flowed in the air. Qin Yining stroked Shi Hao's face over and over again, and her emotions kept switching between happiness, sadness, and guilt, and the expression on her face changed with it.

"Dad, how did you break the formation in the valley? It was set up by a true god of the Immortal Mountain!" After a long while, Shi Ziling finally came back to his senses from the joy of reunion. He pointed upwards, his eyes full of confusion and shock. The formation was indestructible, and he had tried countless times but failed. It was hard to imagine who had such a great ability.

"Your father doesn't have such great ability. It was my benefactor, Master Hao'er, who broke it." Shi Zhongtian spoke, recounting Jiang Han's feat of retrieving the Supreme Bone for the little guy and killing two True Gods. His tone was full of admiration and gratitude. If it weren't for Jiang Han, their family would probably have difficulty reuniting.

Pfft!
After hearing what Shi Zhongtian said, Shi Ziling and his wife were stunned, with astonishment written all over their faces. They never thought that their eldest son would turn a disaster into a blessing and worship such a powerful master. After recovering from the shock, the couple knelt down in front of Jiang Han hand in hand, saying words of gratitude non-stop, and knocking their foreheads heavily on the ground, unwilling to lift them for a long time.

After Shi Ziling and his wife thanked him repeatedly, they ushered Jiang Han into the house and entertained him with the wine and food they had collected for many years. During the conversation, Jiang Han learned the reason why Shi Ziling and his wife were imprisoned. It turned out that it was probably because Qin Yining, as the previous Saint of Bulao Mountain, married secretly and violated the taboo of the mountain. However, due to her special status, the elders of Bulao Mountain decided to imprison her for life, and Shi Ziling was also implicated.

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"This is Qin Fa's aura, they are coming!" In the room, Shi Ziling's brows suddenly frowned, and the aura around him suddenly became cold and murderous. The originally cheerful laughter stopped abruptly, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

The next moment, Shi Ziling and his wife, Shi Zhongtian and others appeared outside the house. Looking up, Qin Fa, Qin Shoucheng and other venerables and a group of Bulao Mountain monks were hovering in the air like dark clouds. Their eyes were as cold as sharp blades staring at Jiang Han, with hatred flashing in their eyes.

"What? Do you have anything to rely on?" Jiang Han folded his hands in front of his chest, his expression calm and composed, exuding a kind of aura of majesty without anger. He quietly looked at Qin Fa and others in the air, as if he was looking at a group of jumping clowns.

Qin Fa snorted coldly, turned his eyes away from Jiang Han, and then knelt down towards the distant sky, closed his eyes, and his face was full of piety. Almost at the same time, Qin Shoucheng and other venerables also bowed towards the sky, praying repeatedly, their voices were uniform, echoing in the air, revealing a strange atmosphere.

Boom!
At this moment, an extremely huge and dazzling halo appeared in the distant sky, and the golden glow was blazing, covering the sky like a scorching sun. The dazzling light squeezed the vast sky and earth, making the whole world fall into a golden ocean. The powerful pressure came like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head, and it was so heavy that everyone couldn't breathe. (End of this chapter)